Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 69 | 2016-07-25 17:08:25 | 151.23 | 97% |
| 36 | 2016-07-25 07:14:44 | 160.04 | 98% |